Just got back from something have known for a long time would hate but this just proves it – went to a bar with Angel.
She wanted company to attend an event held at the bar organised by her friend and classmates for a class project. Angel offered to subsidise self’s ticket, and because want to please her, went along. That, and wanted to experience for the first and last time what’s it like at a bar.
One word: FAKE. SUPERFICIAL. SHALLOW.
See? Have even lost ability to count after being in such an inane place.
All the girls look bitchy. (Except Angel and self, of course.) All the boys are sexist chauvinistic pigs. (They either booed or refused to applaud a fat girl for being a finalist in some stupid beauty pageant search, which is part of the event.) The bartender looks bloody hoity-toity. The emcees asked cheap questions like If you have to choose between wearing no panties or granny panties, which would you wear? The finalists for the so-called beauty pageant, which included boys, were absolutely fucking idiots. They look gorgeous, until they start opening their mouths. One of the more asinine answers during the Q & A session (paraphrased):
Emcee: It’s your birthday, and your girlfriend wants to go to Baskin-Robbins, but you want to go to Pizza Hut. What do you do?
Guy Contestant 1: I think we should go Pizza Hut.
Guy Contestant 1: Because girls don’t need to eat ice-cream, or they’ll get fat.
In the talent section, a guy contestant
sang murdered Guns ‘N Roses classic Knocking on Heaven’s Door. A girl contestant tried to be cute with Britney Spears’ Sometimes.
The objective of the pageant? To find someone with true beauty, inside and out.
What inner beauty can you find from people who are incapable of having anything remotely intelligent coming out from their mouths or any charitable character to show of?
The students who organised the event had put in plenty of effort, despite their lack of originality in content. There were some other good things too: the servers with their friendly smiles and platters of hor d’oeuvres. The goody bag waiting for self at the end of the event somewhat mollified self’s mental tirade. Was actually mentally composing this blog post during the terrible, terrible event.
No more going to bars or clubs for self. Not if want to suffocate in smoke, industrial-strong perfume and phoniness.
Oh, well, didn’t help at all that we were painfully awkward and lost in such a foreign environment. It took us 2 hours to muster the courage to get our free drinks at the bar! Not us, really – made Angel go get a drink for self. How far away was the bar from our seats? About 2 steps, literally.
Just as well it took that long, anyway. We didn’t know where the toilets were.